We’d shared plenty of girls before, but I knew this one was way different. Abby was in deep in both of us, and sure, I knew Jackson well enough to know he wanted to fuck the hell out of her as bad as I did. But it was more than that.
She looked fucking happy up there on the bike - the wind whipping through her long hair and teasing up her bare thighs. She grinned against Jackson’s shoulder, her arms gripping him tighter as she let herself be carried along by the vibrations I knew were probably rumbling through her core and we thundered down the desert road.
Spoiler, riding bikes gets girls wetter than a fuckin’ flood.
We turned off the main road onto a packed dirt one, downshifting as the bikes rumbled across the dirt and gravel. I grinned as I pulled next to them and saw Abby’s eyes squeeze shut and the flush creep over her cheeks, knowing full damn well what the bumpy road was doing to that poor girl between her legs.
About a mile later, the road swung up through the sparse trees, and Jackson and I’s spot came into view. We’d bought the place years before, and ever since, it’d just been our home. Two-doored garage on the first floor, complete with the old Thunderbird lying partially dismantled on blocks in one of the bays that we’d probably never get to, and a few other bikes in various state of rebuild stacked against the other wall. We lived upstairs, in the big loft-style living space, but it was the big wooden deck off the upstairs that had views of the craziest damn desert scenery you’d ever seen that made the place home.
Jackson cut the engine of his bike with a shudder and kicked down his stand. I grinned as I caught Abby groaning quietly to herself, and I’d have put good money on the ride out here having got her just shy of a release. She slid off the bike and squeezed her legs together, and I groaned myself, feeling my cock throb just thinking about how wet that sweet pussy probably was.
Jackson helped her off and walked with her to the stairs as I walked ahead.
“I think we’ve earned some beers beers on the porch,” he said, helping her up the wooden steps.
“Want a drink?” I shot over my shoulder. I raised a brow as I saw the sudden apprehension on her face as she looked around. Yeah, I got it. Despite what had just happened, here she was out in the middle of nowhere with guys like us who were now offering to get her buzzed.
“You don’t have to, you know.”
Abby blushed and grinned as she shook her head. “A beer sounds great, actually.” She paused, “Actually, can I get a cleaned up in your bathroom first?”
Abby came out of the bathroom looking way more relaxed, with her face and the bruise around her cheek washed and scrubbed clean. She had her hair wild and free, framing her face, and for probably the ninth time that day, I felt my cock twitch just looking at her.
“Feeling better honey?” I sipped at a beer as I sprawled back on an the old dusty porch couch. I raised a can her way.
She shook her head and looked at her feet, still looking like she wasn’t so sure about the drink, even if she’d soothed her nerves a bit. I shrugged and took another sip of my own - I wasn’t about to push it with this girl.
Jackson cleared his throat, throwing me a quick look before turning to Abby, his face serious. “Just so you know” he said in his deep baritone “the rules of the road apply here.”
I rolled my eyes.
Abby looked at him quizzically. “The rules?”
Jackson grinned from his spot sprawled in a deck chair, his vest over the back and the afternoon sun shining across is bare chest. “Yeah, the rules of the ride babe; no one rides for free.”
Abby’s eyes went a little wide, and the color started to drain from her face. “Oh, God, yeah, I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “Listen, I can totally pay you when I get a job at the diner.”
Jackson turned back to me, and I frowned as I shook my head at his shitty excuse for humor.
“Grass, cash, or ass, honey” He muttered, turning back to Abby.
She froze and looked at him. She suddenly went quiet, the color draining completely from her face.
“You fuckin’ prick,” I chucked an empty beer can at Jackson as he started laughing, spraying beer out of his mouth. And in spite of myself, I started to join him, feeling the laughter rumble through me.
“Relax babe!” Jackson choked out, sputtering and laughing. “We’re just messing with you, relax!”
“Forgive Jackson, he doesn’t get humor,” I growled, trying to keep the grin from my face as I saw Abby’s shoulders suddenly drop as she let her breath out.